Emperor Zhenwu, the god of the north, and the ancestor of the Nine Heavens Demon Wandering, is in charge of the Seven Residences of the North, subduing the demons and demons of the Three Realms, and the ghosts and ghosts of the underworld. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

Above the True Martial Sword, a mysterious star map slowly appeared, the stars were shining, and the seven stars were like a jade spoon and a divine sword, with the edge of cutting everything.

This is not only the power of the stars, but also the power of thunder and lightning, wind and rain...... The heavens are mysterious, because the Emperor Zhenwu is in charge of everything in the north, and he can dispatch Zhou Tian.

"True Martial Sword, Beidou Sealing God Swinging Demons!"

The true martial sword is brilliant, and on the star map, countless sword rays shoot out, and each sword ray hangs down from the sky, slashing ten thousand demons, sweeping away the green clouds, and falling on the three-legged golden crow that the emperor has turned into.

"Sonorous!"

One, two, three...... Ten ...... Baidao ...... Each one is sharp and terrifying.

The strength of the emperor Ba Si Pa is by no means inferior to Zhang Sanfeng, and even better in a certain aspect, especially with the help of Mongolian luck, it is even more invincible!

"Wow!"

The three-legged golden crow roared, and the supreme emperor fought with Zhang Sanfeng with a demon flag.

In this battle, the sky dome was shattered, the void collapsed, the whole world trembled, and cracks appeared on the barrier, lightning and thunder, as if the heavens were wrath, and they were about to shatter.

"Click!"

A thunderbolt suddenly fell, and the thunder flashed, smashing on the two of them; on the emperor's body, a ray of sun true fire rose to extinguish the thunder; and a Taiji diagram appeared above Zhang Sanfeng's head, blocking the lightning.

"It's ...... Heavenly Fury!" Huang Shang sank, and his face was very ugly.

"Heavenly Fury, what is that?" Li Lin asked.

"Heavenly Fury, Heavenly Fury, means that God is angry, this is a scene that every martial arts powerhouse has to go through when he reaches the extreme of the world and is about to ascend, it is very terrifying!" Huang Shang said, his eyes full of longing and worry.

"Slash!"

Zhang Sanfeng stepped on the boundless purple qi, the Taiji diagram on his head, the true martial sword fell, and thousands of sword qi swung down, constantly impacting, ten thousand demons were destroyed, the demon banner was broken, and the supreme emperor transformed by the emperor was barely supported, and his whole body was dripping with blood, and it seemed that he was about to fall.

"Bang!"

Zhang Sanfeng slashed with another sword, and Ba Si Pa was immediately cut off, the golden crow wept, his face was like gold paper, he coughed up blood, and the law was on the verge of ruin.

"Emperor, today's poor road beheads you, and the general trend of Mongolia is about to be reversed!" Zhang Sanfeng's white hair fluttered, and the real martial sword slashed at Ba Sipa's head.

"Aang!"

A dragon roar sounded, and a golden and bloody divine dragon rose from the top of Ba Sipa's head, and with a claw of the dragon, he swung open the true martial sword.

"Zhang Sanfeng, the poor monk has the Mongolian luck golden dragon body, you can't kill me, and you can't stop the Mongolian trend!" Ba Si Ba laughed, his expression was extremely relaxed.

"Poor Dao is worried that he can't find the location of the Mongolian Luck Golden Dragon, and now, it's just right to kill the Mongolian luck first, and then kill you!"

Zhang Sanfeng showed no mercy, he seemed more decisive, he was not an indecisive person, although he was a Taoist priest, he was more decisive than anyone else.

Back then, when he was roaming the rivers and lakes, I don't know how many bullies, bandits, bandits, and Mongols died under his true sword.

Now, victory is on the horizon, and he won't fall short.

"I am a true martial artist, sweeping away the demons, and the dragon should be killed if he does evil!"

Zhang Sanfeng swung his sword, and the Mongolian luck golden dragon battle, the sword qi is mangless, extremely powerful, every sword qi slashed on the luck dragon, it will splash out a large piece of blood, the dragon bone is sensen, the dragon blood is dripping, it seems to be extremely terrifying.

The dragon claws were slapped down, and Zhang Sanfeng was slapped into the clouds, and his bones were broken; a touch of purple qi sublimated, and Zhang Sanfeng faced the dragon again.

There is heavenly anger and thunder, and there is a dragon of luck, Zhang Sanfeng has a Taiji diagram on his head, his feet are on the purple clouds, he is bathed in the blood of the dragon, and his hair is all open, just like the real ancient gods - the Emperor Zhenwu, sweeping away the demons and deterring the demons!

"True Martial Sword, Slash!"

Zhang Sanfeng fought to madness, his robe was stained with blood, the whole person was like a bloody man, the real martial arts sword was incomparable, against the chaos of yin and yang, and the reversal of the universe cut off the dragon horns and dragon tail of the dragon.

"Hey! Zhang Zhenren was so terrible that he actually cut off the horns and tail of the dragon. ”

"It's a pity that it's a matter of luck, not a real divine dragon, falling into the void and quickly dissipating, if it's a real divine dragon, these dragon blood, dragon scales, dragon horns, etc., are all rare treasures. ”

Under the void, the warriors were shocked, and the Mongolian side was even more ugly.

Wang Baobao was very unwilling: "The emperor is over, and the luck dragon is about to be defeated, is the general trend of Mongolia really going to be reversed?"

"What's the hurry, do you really think that the general trend of Mongolia can be easily reversed? You underestimate the Great Khan too much. King Ruyang looked upwards with an unfathomable expression, "However, Zhang Sanfeng does have the cultivation to reverse the general trend, but unfortunately, he will not have another chance." ”

The northern overseer dragged down and said, "Not bad." After this battle, either Zhang Sanfeng will be destroyed by heaven and earth, or he will break the wrath of heaven and fly to the upper realm, and there will be no second result. ”

They are all high-level Mongolians, so they naturally know some news that others don't know, even if Zhang Sanfeng wins, so what?

If Zhang Sanfeng still exists in this realm, there may be some trouble, but judging from the current situation, he will either fall or ascend, in short, this realm will not appear again.

"Aang!"

The Fortune Divine Dragon let out a mournful roar, and the huge dragon's eyes revealed a trace of fear, and with a sweep of the broken tail, it sprayed endless dragon blood, broke away from the Eight Sipa, broke through the purple clouds, and went straight to the grassland.

"Amitabha!" Emperor Ba Sipa's eyes were calm and waveless, and he looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was bathed in dragon blood, and his eyes dimmed.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt fell, a roar sounded, and the emperor's whole body exploded, annihilated by the endless thunder fire, and disappeared into the world.

"Emperor...... It's fallen!"

Zhang Sanfeng was silent, and then turned around, stepped on the ladder clouds, elegant like a fairy, and went straight to the sky, fighting the thunder of the wrath of the sky.

The thunder shimmered, the clouds and mist rolled, and everyone only saw countless thunderbolts brilliantly, as if the thunder sea was surging; a figure stood on the thunder sea, holding a real martial sword, slashing down one thunderbolt after another.

I don't know how long it took, the thunder finally dissipated, the clouds and mist finally receded, and Zhang Sanfeng reappeared in time, but his robe was broken, the crown of green clouds was crooked, his beard was gone, his whole body was scorched black, and he stood motionless in the air.

Zhang Zhenren...... Did it succeed or failed?"

"Master, you must succeed. ”

"Fellow Daoist, you must hold on, survive the wrath of the sky, break the shackles, and you will be able to fly to the upper realm!"

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the only figure above the sky, and their hearts were raised to their throats, as if they were about to burst out.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the golden light of heaven and earth suddenly burst out, and the sound of war drums spread throughout the heaven and earth, where the thunder dissipated, where the clouds and mist receded, chains of gold and purple leaned out of it and bound to Zhang Sanfeng.

"This is the chain of heaven and earth, it is the manifestation of the consciousness of the heavenly dao, only by breaking the chain of heaven and earth, can we break free from the cage and fly to the upper realm. Li Lin pondered in his heart.

Hundreds of years ago, Chen Kuan's ancestor sleepwalked in the world, and after waking up, he broke through the world and ascended straight to the upper realm. And since Chen Tuan's ancestor, no one has this cultivation, Zhang Sanfeng, the first day of the world decades ago, and now he is the first peerless martial artist to come to this step.

In an instant, the eyes of all the god refining powerhouses in the world were attracted by Zhang Sanfeng's figure, they were extremely urgent, this was an unparalleled experience, and it was also a fleeting opportunity.

Don't let it go!

One, two, three...... Nine whole ways!

Nine, the extreme number of heaven and earth!

The nine chains of heaven and earth are like nine silver snakes entwined, fast to the extreme, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Sanfeng's hands, feet, limbs, body, and even the whole body are wrapped in this chain.

The golden light was brilliant, the purple light was magnificent, like a mass of purple-gold silkworm chrysalis, constantly wriggling, oblising everything, the purple clouds under his feet began to melt, and the Taiji diagram on his head began to shatter......

"Master!" the Wudang disciple shouted, his eyes very worried.

"Zhang Zhenren!" is the same with many martial artists.

"Brother Dao!" Huang Sheng and Wang Chongyang were no longer calm and began to be anxious.

Li Lin's eyes did not blink, and the mana was transported between his eyes, and endless mysteries flashed in them, extremely profound.

This successive battles allowed him to get countless benefits, deepening his martial arts heritage, and more importantly, he felt that the purple glow in the center of his eyebrows was steaming, as if something was about to break through the ground.

"Click!"

In the purple gold silkworm chrysalis, a sound of gold and iron rubbing and chain breaking sounded, and a purple light shone brightly, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

"Ding Dong!"

At this moment, Xiao Guang's voice suddenly sounded in Li Lin's mind.